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Shiver
Chapter 3 Running
If Sasuke Uchiha said that he wasn't running, he was lying. It was an undeniable truth. He had been running ever since he had fled from his house and ran down the streets; screaming at the top of his lungs to not be killed. But he was not worth killing. He knew that too.
Running from his future. He lived in the shadows. He was running from the one he was sworn to kill. That was why as he stared –glared- at his reflection in the mirror. Blood red eyes, dark black hair, and an emotionless face were reflected back at him. That was also why as he stared at his reflection, he felt anger beginning to flow through his veins, why he smashed his fist right through the mirror and shattered his reflection, why he ignored the hot blood running down his knuckles.
He was running from his thoughts.
He was running from his friends.
He was running from his village.
He was running from his future.
He was running from his past.
He was running from his memories.
He was running from his feelings.
He was running from everything important to him.
He was running from everything that tried to help him.
Because he did not want to know. He did not want to be helped. He wanted to feel alone. He wanted to be able to make his hatred grow.
Everything was so frustrating. Everything was so confusing. If he ran, he would not have to face any of this. Ever.
And that was his motivation to keep on going, to not look back, to ignore the pain gripping at his chest. That was what kept him moving on from everything.
But everything caught up with you at one point or another.
But all it took was a few words from one person. A few words that made everything back to what it had used to be. But things couldn't be the way they used to be.
That was why he did not stop
That was why the pain would never numb.
That's why he would always be the lonely little boy he had used to be.
That was why he was running.